After waking up with a brutal headache, I sit up in a jail cell and frown at the cement wall. “What am I doing here?... Hellooo???” A fat man in uniform sits up and smiles at me.
“Hey there little lady. Sleep well?” He chuckles to himself but after a long silence he realizes I’m not amused and clears his throat.
“What am I doing here?” I ask again.
“Well you’re in detox. You must’ve had yourself a wild night if you cant remember at all. You were at the park skinny-dipping in the lake... public indecency”, he laughs again. Shoot, it was that Jack Daniels again. I imagine he thinks I’m some crazy kid with no self control. Asshole... “Well now that you’ve slept it off, I can book you and we’ll release you.” He grunts as he stands up and fumbles for his keys. “Ready?” he asks, i assume rhetorically, and unlocks the cell door. I follow him to booking and allow him to stamp my fingers. “Drink responsibly next time you hear?” I cringe when he chuckles one last time as I take my walk of shame out of the precinct.
Outside, the sun is just about to rise, but it’s cool and unnerving. I shiver, in desperate need of a shower and a stretch. I walk blindly for a while behind the precinct when I hear someone scream,” Hey! My shoes!”
I look over and I see a good-looking guy get knocked down; and I know he’s good-looking because his hair lays perfectly even as he’s being knocked over. Then I lose focus with the newly risen sun glaring at me and kneel over,”Shit.” I’m puking in the bushes just in time to hear what sounds like someone running with a box, shoes clumsily thudding inside.
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